once I dated a girl w/"good is dead"
tattooed across her chest she turned out to be right
but not the way she wanted to be
When I am not exercising or performing space walks or cleaning or developing vehicle software, I watch the sun rise 16 times a day.
I had written a few aborted short stories before, but really I specialized in aborted novels.
I think about small green soldiers searching for Crater Lake.
The stories in Virgin blew me away with their strange sexy intelligence and overall aliveness.
Because you find it interesting and want it analyzed without the burden of being analyzed yourself.
Standing in the kitchen the other day, out of nowhere I became disoriented and unsure of where I stood.
This guy’s old school, Roselli says to me over the phone, real old school. How old school can you be, I’m thinking, in a sport that’s already run its course in just a few years.
Because of a few weeks folding scratchy polo shirts three Christmases ago, I know where the blank door off the hallway to the break room goes . . .
The woman on the train was sick. I could tell by the way she smiled.
Check out John's previous Adventure Comics:
"I Need Your Boat"
"The Lucky Texan"
Deconstructionism
is just a fancy word for
skepticism
which is... more
The wrong numbers were always men and they always asked for Gail.
I look across the street. I can see the bookstore. It’s right there. I think about kicking my way through the wall, making a sprint across the street. All before the marching band closing in comes stomping into view. Because after that I'm sunk. The flood gates will be open. And the entirety of the county's Christmas spirit will be let loose like a foul bowel movement from the asshole of a very old drunk. I decide against it.
OUTLAW LOVE
I can listen to “Thirteen” by Big Star and pretend
I am thirteen back in... more
Meals out have become almost impossible.
After the credits, I vacuum. I vacuum for hours and hours.
As the real world feels increasingly devoid of magic, we are correct to admire those writers who attempt to interject some magic back into it.
Transcendental with Reincarnation
I was a bank/ cashier who stole /a five-dollar bill/ I was Laika/ a stray... more
Everyone picks the chairs up and puts them in a circle. Then they turn the music on and you start to walk along the perimeter.
I think ten t-shirts would be too many to write about, but I’m perversely hoping that twenty-two is somehow not too many. A writer can, I think, pass beyond “too many” or “too much” to a sense of rightness or aptness. The paradox: More than too much is sometimes not too much.
I can't in good conscience watch a sixteenth season of Big Brother.
My family’s eponymous foundation is a donor to Columbia University, in whose MFA program in Creative Writing I was enrolled, but due to some substance abuse problems last semester, I had to drop out . . .
What if you spent a morning pulling scallions from the soil and washing beets in a metal sink?
